What a Day...

Well now, how's my week been? Not so good. Jack's back. My ankle is still messed up. I coughed up some blood earlier. And my head feels like it's about to explode. Still. After 4 days! Never again will I try to have 'tea-time' with Mr. Slim. Jeez, I keep screwing up typing simple words.

In other news, I have a few questions:

To the Anonymous commenter who said that M was alive: How do you know? Who are you?

To the next Anonymous who freaked out on my post about what happened: Who are you? Your way of typing seems familiar.

To the Anonymous that mentioned my quick healing: Yep I was at school. Just with a twisted (possibly sprained) ankle, a lot of pain, and I had to stop at the bathroom a couple of to cough up blood. I would rather have stayed home, but I needed to keep that semblance of 'everything's normal.' Don't want too many people asking questions.

To Med: Get well. Stay safe. And thanks for annoying Jack.

To Rose: It sounds like you face danger every day. It must be very stressful, be careful.

To Sanna: I've seen a security light go off after he left an area. Not sure if that's any help.

To Kendra: I can't stress this enough. Do NOT meet with Jared. And don't chase after the hooded guy. Sure you'll get answers if you do either, but there's a good chance that you'll end up dead, too.

That's pretty much it for now. This Friday, I'll start posting excerpts from Jamie's journal entries. I feel like I owe her that much.

Until The Next,

Carter

P.S. Before I forget, do you guys think I should connect an adsence account to this blog? I'm trying to find ways to get enough money around before I have to go runner. Which, if events keep occurring the way they have been lately, will be very soon. Just let me know what you honestly think.

I actually prefer to deal with him in my dreams. When I'm in the Astral or the Mental Plane, I'M the one controlling everything. HE'S the intruder, so he doesn't have much say in what goes on. All he can do is attack me.

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